Dumb Please Take a Seat

  Chapter 187 I really should praise you

  At the edge of the northern suburbs, there are stretches of abandoned factories.

  Under the darkness of night, the unpopular old factory was filled with a permeating dead air.

  Gong Jiuhan did not get out of the car for a long time, staring at the huge factory with eyes as dark as night.

  So many factories and warehouses, where are they located?

  If she followed the rules and searched one by one, she might not have found anyone by daybreak.

   Frowning, eyes half closed, Gong Jiuhan paused for a moment, started the car again, and went straight into the factory.

   To enter the factory, the person must drive, especially with Ouyang Na by his side.

   "Buzz--"

  The sound of the mobile phone vibrating sounded in the car.

   Without even thinking about it, Gong Jiuhan directly pressed the answer button: "Speak."

   "Master, according to the investigation, there was indeed someone following and monitoring Ms. Ouyang recently. When she left the club this evening, she got into a taxi. That person was the driver of the car, and that was the last time our people saw her."

  Old Tang quickly reported everything he found to Gong Jiuan.

   After a pause, he continued: "I have already sent someone out to look for Miss's whereabouts."

  Holding the steering wheel, Gong Jiu couldn't stop looking around for something.

  I saw two scrapped vans on the way, and she directly filtered them out.

   "Taxi?" Hearing this, Gong Jiu was silent for half a second: "Give me the license plate number."

   "This..." Old Tang hesitated after hearing her request, and said in apologetically, "Sorry, master, the license plate number of that taxi was blocked, and we didn't see it."

  Gong Jiuan turned the steering wheel and drove in another direction, with a slightly cold expression: "I really should praise you."

   Even the unknown vehicle with the license plate number covered was so lax.

  Old Tang's expression turned serious, "We were negligent."

   "The person you sent, call back."

  Gong Jiu's voice from the microphone fell, followed by a busy "beep".

   No matter how many useless people are sent, it will have no effect on the development of things.

  Holding the phone, Old Tang Ying paused with a slightly wrinkled face, finally sighed, dialed the phone and brought back the person who had been sent out.

   After finishing all this, take back the phone.

  A servant passed by, holding a porcelain bowl with exquisite patterns and colors carved all over it, filled with clear porridge.

   "Wait." He stopped the maid, took a step forward, and took the things over: "I'll come, you go down first."

   "I'm going to take care of you, Lao Tang." The maid bowed slightly, then stepped back and left.

  Old Tang turned around carrying the things, took a few steps forward, turned into the wide aisle, and walked deep.

   Behind him, the wall is antique.

  Due to years of abandonment, a lot of weeds have grown in the factory, and the slightly taller ones tend to reach the thighs.

   Among them, Gong Jiuan discovered the traces of vehicles running over.

   I don't know if it was a coincidence, but she found that these rolling marks were not all made by one car model.

  Could it be... that Ouyang Na was **** by more than one person?

  As time passed, the hostility and impetuosity in Gong Jiuan's heart became more and more intense.

  Squinting her eyes, she suddenly stopped the car, then reversed the car on the same road, and finally stopped in front of an old warehouse.

  In sight, a blue-green taxi was quietly parked in a corner in front of the warehouse gate. Looking from her corner, she happened to see the back of the vehicle, and the license plate was roughly blocked.

  When he came to the warehouse, Gong Jiuan inspected it carefully, frowning.

   No, no, not here...

  There is more than one warehouse here.

   but a whole row.

   There is an interval of about two meters between each warehouse.

  The main thing is that the warehouse door here is a large piece of the old style, with half on each side, and it takes a lot of effort to open it.

   Moreover, the layout in the warehouse is relatively spacious and spacious, and it is generally impossible to hide people.

  But, where would that be...

  Finally, Gong Jiu's eyes slowly fell on the building behind this row of warehouses...

  From here, one can walk through the warehouse, across the open space, into the building…

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cold.

  It was bone-chillingly cold.

  The head slowly became clear, followed by the cold that made Ouyang Na's heart tremble.

  It's like wearing thin clothes in a world of ice and snow, letting the cold air erode from the limbs and bones.

  Where is she?

  How can it be so cold?

  The freezing eyelashes trembled slightly, Ouyang Na moved her extremely thick eyelids vigorously, and opened them with difficulty.

  The purpose of entering is that disgusting yet familiar face.

  It's just that the man's face seems to be separated by a thick layer of glass, which makes his facial features look distorted.

   Aww~ I forgot about my noble concubine again yesterday...

  (end of this chapter)